Sunday, March 20, 2011

when the bakery came to you...

I remember...the Helm's bakery truck.

It would come by every morning - Monday thru Saturday - at the same time on your street by your house. Both my parents worked so they usually left before I was up, especially during the summer when I didn't go to school. I really looked forward to the bakery truck coming. I would go to bed the night before thinking about what I might get the next morning if I was up in time to run out before the truck passed my house. Many people (kids and adults) would be in PJ's and robes. The bakery truck would give several TOOT-TOOTs as it rounded the cul-de-sac I lived on. From the back, there were drawers with dozens of donuts, dozens of flavors. Doors opened on the side of the truck and you could step up and walk inside. Inside there was a small fridge that held things to buy like milk, orange juice, eggs, butter, cheese, etc. You could also purchase a cup of hot chocolate or coffee or if you preferred a cup of juice. Sometimes mom would leave me a small list and the cash to purchase the items. There were no credit cards and the truck driver didn't take a check. But, if you were a regular "good" customer, you could keep a "tab" and pay at the end of the month.

2 comments:

Ohh gosh...I would have loved that...we did not have that in Quebec, but we did have milk trucks that would come by with big chunks of ice in their truck where the milk sat in steel crates close enough so the milk did not get warm...I remember the man who delivered the milk would chop off pieces of ice for us to eat....and I remember chip wagons at night that came by and served up hot chips in paper cones...25 c could get us a large cone of french fries...those were the good old days lol..